Wotcha think you're doin' here then? You think you can just waddle in like that, do ya?

This here, laddie, is a top-secret Brickspace testin' ground. Yup, thassright. So you'd better geddout before someone sees ya pokin' around...

Friday, 7 November 2008

Cyclopean Horror

I love the creation, but read the poem to go with it. This guy is twisted (In a good way).
“Oh Cyclopean Virtue, thy shriek of madness shatters the minds of all. Thou wait patiently, silently, deathly...”      ‘Twas bleak December, silent and somber, His ride broken, on a road unspoken.       That cursed new model, so soon busted idle, In a place so weary, on a day so dreary.      How was he to travel, to his home live and revel, When one’s left alone, in somewhere so unknown?      T’was a junkyard he saw, With old parts strewed in raw. Perhaps he can fix that car after all; There must be a tool in those mounds so tall.      Through a nick in the railing, he crossed the opening, Past the threshold of humanity, into the pit of insanity.      There laid the horror, awaiting the explorer. Disguised in curious beauty, nonchalant without duty.      “Magnificent art!” he did so impart, “So deranged, yet with symmetry all arranged!”      And then upon approach the husk spawned to life, With a great cyclopean eye riled red with strife.      Those limbs raised coldly, like executioners armed. In a shriek of madness death mercilessly swarmed.      We now know that ‘twas no artist’s statue, None but the deadly Cyclopean Virtue.

OK. I think the phrase goes- Don't quit your day job. Thay was wierd, so I won't comment on it. But what I will comment on is the creation, which looks great. It is a good quality picture with a nice white background, and I love the detailing in the rubbish heap, I'm sure John would describe it as "Nannish" though. It was created by Nannan Z, and you can find more pictures of it by clicking here.

-Luke, editor

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